Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

Chapter 4 Calculation
  "Okay!" Old Man Song saw Mrs. Zhao crying sadly, and his heart suddenly throbbed in pain, but he didn't want to fall out with his tribe now, so he just said in a low voice: "Go back and rest, I can handle these things."

The patriarch snorted coldly: "What's the matter? Are you here to support me?"

Old Man Song bowed his hands towards the patriarch: "Brother, this is all my housework. I don't want you to worry about it. I will take care of it later."

The patriarch sneered: "How to deal with it? Beat Wu and Chang'an again? Or don't feed them?"

Old Man Song looked embarrassed and argued: "What's the matter? Our family is not short of food, how can we not feed them?"

The patriarch looked disdainfully at the extremely muscular Mrs. Zhao and Song Jizu, then glanced at the skinny Wu family and Chang'an, and said seriously:

"Song Baqi, Song Baqi, you have eaten lard and become deceived! Who are your direct descendants? Don't you have any idea?"

Song Baqi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Oh, it's all in vain." The patriarch walked up to Wu and asked, "Sanshun's wife, what do you have to say?"

With tears streaming down her face, Wu knelt down and kowtowed to the patriarch, choking with sobs:
  "Today I was pushed into the ditch by Yufeng and injured my foot. For some reason, my mother-in-law dragged me and Chang'an back to the house and locked them up.

In the afternoon, the sister-in-law brought food. Little Chang'an was playing around and accidentally broke Song Xiyue's forehead, so the mother-in-law hit Chang'an with a clothes-beating stick.

Wuwuwuwu Chang'an is the only one in the second brother's family. What if it gets damaged? Please ask the patriarch to make the decision, please ask your mother-in-law and uncle to spare Chang'an..."

"You're a rotten bitch! I shouldn't have let Sanshun marry you! You've had too many good times, haven't you? You've actually done something to stir up discord in the family!"

After scolding Mrs. Zhao, she knelt down at Song Baqi's feet and began to cry sadly:

"Master, please divorce me. I can't survive this life.

I have been with you for more than ten years, and I have worked so hard for this family. I managed to raise your two sons and marry them wives. As a result, I became a sinner when I grew old. Even my daughter-in-law can bully me at will. Wuwuwuwu... …You let me die. "

Song Baqi immediately hugged his wife with tears streaming down his face: "Yinzhi, get up quickly. I know you have worked hard. If you hadn't supported this family, our family would not be where we are today."

Several villagers empathized instantly and whispered: "Mr. Zhao is indeed a capable woman. Since she got married, she has kept the house clean and married a wife who is filial and obedient..."

"No, alas, it's hard to be a stepmother..."

The clan leader frowned and glanced at the people who were talking.

This Mrs. Zhao is really powerful. She performed a painful scene and immediately turned the situation around, leading everyone's thinking astray.

But they never thought about what life Song Erxiao and Song Sanshun had been living since this woman married into the Song family.

The two brothers would go out to collect firewood and carry water before dawn, but they were only given one meal a day. Until they reached adulthood, the two brothers were as skinny as monkeys.

Looking at the son brought by Mrs. Zhao, he has a strong body and a fat head. It seems that he has never been hungry since he was a child.

Forget it, the most disgusting thing is that the two brothers' originally good names were not used, but they were suddenly changed. They were given names like "two filial piety and three obedience", but they were ranked behind the name "Jizu". This is what people can think of. What?
  No one would believe it if it was said that it was not written by Zhao.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa"

Chang'an suddenly burst into tears and kept calling him "dad, aunt".

Because she heard Song Xiyue cursing again:

【Song Changan! You are an unlucky person and a broom star! Your father has been killed by you, and your uncle and aunt will also be killed by you in the future! If you dare to show off my appearance today, I won't make it easy for you! 】

Chang'an would not retaliate and kept crying, his cry was miserable, drawing everyone's attention.

Mrs. Wu felt extremely distressed. She stood up and took her niece from her neighbor's hand. She patted and coaxed her little niece with some hints:
  "Good boy, don't cry, Chang'an. Your mother brought you a package today. When the weather warms up, the third aunt will take you to your mother."

Mrs. Zhao's expression changed when she heard this, and she immediately said: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who is carrying the burden?"

The square-faced woman who was watching the excitement with a bowl of vegetable porridge sneered: "Hey, who in our village hasn't seen it? Today, Mrs. Jiang asked someone to deliver something to Chang'an again."

Someone echoed: "That's right, we saw with our own eyes that the person coming was riding a big maroon horse with two big bundles on its butt. He had eaten at your house before leaving."

"Nonsense! It's just a distant relative of mine who came to visit, so why did he become the person entrusted by the Jiang family?" Mrs. Zhao refused to admit her guilt, and no one could search her home.

Moreover, Jiang's little bitch had already gone to Fucheng with her master's family, and would soon move from Fucheng to the capital. As long as her family didn't tell her, even the clan leader wouldn't know her exact address.

This is the shrewdness of Mrs. Zhao.     Hand on to Chang'an, don't worry if Mr. Jiang doesn't send money back.

Half a year ago, Mrs. Jiang invited someone to pick up Chang'an, saying that she had not seen him for several years and missed him very much, so she wanted to pick up her children and reunite them.

Of course Mrs. Zhao would not let him go. She only told the visitor that the child was sick and should not be moved, and then sent the visitor away.

Seeing Mrs. Zhao being so naughty, the patriarch had no choice but to look at Song Baqi and said, "We'll see what Sanshun says when he comes back."

I am always an outsider, and it is not easy for me to interfere in the distribution of Song Baqi's money.

Even if Mrs. Jiang brings a package, as long as Mrs. Zhao doesn't let go, even Sanshun won't be able to ask for it for Chang'an, otherwise Mrs. Zhao will say that he covets his little niece's three melons and two dates.

The patriarch of the Song and Ba Qi Dynasties cupped his hands, helped his wife and walked towards the new house.

When passing by the third daughter-in-law, her eyes were cold.

After returning to the new house, I asked my little girl Yuzhu to close the doors and windows, and the family sat in the back room to discuss things.

"How much money did Mrs. Jiang bring back this time?" Song Baqi asked.

Mrs. Zhao straightened the hair covering her face and said, "Not much, just twenty taels." The rest were the little baby's shoes, socks and clothes for all seasons.

Song Baqi picked up the copper pot cigarette pouch, slowly put it into the pipe and stuffed tobacco, "What else?"

Mrs. Zhao pulled the two big bundles over and said, "Here, they are all here."

Song Baqi lit the cigarette pot with the candle handed over by Song Jizu, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "Pick a few inconspicuous items and send them to the old house. Just don't let anyone talk about them."

Xiao Zhao and her mother-in-law and aunt looked at each other and reluctantly responded.

The clothes this time were all brand new, better than the previous times. A few pieces could be changed into different styles and could be worn by Cheng Ye. It would be such a waste to give them to that little beast.

But my father-in-law had spoken, and I couldn't refuse.

"Also, have you really decided to let Xiyue go to the capital instead of Chang'an?" Song Baqi turned to look at Song Xiyue who was sitting aside.

"Definitely sure!" Song Jizu said with a smile: "Isn't it Xiyue who always shows her face in front of people? Look, these clothes are made according to Xiyue's size, there is no mistake."

Mrs. Zhao observed her husband's expression and gave him a gentle pat on the back, "Then Chang'an is not considerate of us. If she really leaves with her mother and disappears without a trace, who will our whole family rely on in the future? But what if? Let’s go to Xiyue, and maybe our whole family will be brought to settle in the capital, do you think this is true?”

Old Man Song frowned, puffed on his cigarette, and remained silent for a long time without making a sound.

Twelve-year-old Song Yufeng became anxious and pulled his sleeves coquettishly: "Dad, why don't you say anything? I want to go to the capital. I heard people say that the capital is full of dignitaries. As long as our family joins a wealthy family, we will be prosperous in the future." Don’t you believe that wealth is so easy to come by?”

After saying that, he winked at his eldest brother Song Jizu.

Song Jizu immediately knelt down and rubbed Old Man Song's legs, "Dad, your cold legs can only be cured in the capital. I heard that the imperial doctors in the capital are very powerful. All of them are old gods who have lived over a hundred years old. "

Old man Song really enjoyed the feeling of his descendants holding the moon. He straightened his legs slowly and sighed deeply: "In that case, let Xiyue replace Chang'an, but first change Xiyue's name to save the money. When you arrive in the capital, you call me the wrong one."

Little Zhao smiled happily and said, "Let's call her An'er from now on. We will tell her her name later."

The little turtle grandson is not dead yet, so we can’t let outsiders discover any clues.

It's amazing to say that since my daughter got sick a month ago, she wakes up like a little goddess and can figure out everything.

She said early this morning that Mrs. Jiang would come back with something. As a result, they arrived before noon and brought a letter. The letter said that Mrs. Jiang would go to the capital with her master, and that she would send someone to pick her up after settling down there. Chang'an enters Beijing.

But the specific time was not specified. The letter only said that someone would be sent over by the end of the year at the latest.

So they still have more than half a year to prepare.

The daughter also said that if the Jiang family was not to detect the clues, they must remove Song Sanshun and his wife, who were most familiar with Chang'an.

Next is the little brat.

As for the villagers.
  When their whole family comes to Beijing, who can go thousands of miles away to identify Jiang's daughter?
  (End of this chapter)